At my husband’s funeral, his mother fixed her gaze on me and said with chilling calm, “Better he’s gone now than forced to live with the embarrassment she brought him.”

too.”

A collective breath swept through the room.

Vivian swayed.

“I know about the loans,” his voice continued. “About Grant’s gambling debt. About the forged signatures. About using my company login. And about trying to frame Elena because you thought no one would question it.”

Grant lunged, but someone grabbed him before he could reach me.

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